Amateur Old Man, Enjoy Reborn Football Life (Booked)

It's been a week since I started my trap special training.

The calendar was in October.

Today is German two-part league day.

"Good morning, Coata. You're in the league today!

I meet Elena face-to-face for the first time in a long time in the early morning practice field before the game.

"What's wrong with you, that face? ⁉"

Most of the opening, she was surprised with her eyes round.

"No, you mean an injury to honor... or an embarrassing bruise I'm immature, what is this?

I can't help but be surprised at Elena.

My face was swollen now. It was like a haunted rock.

"Didn't you say last week, with a trap special training, that bruise?

"Yeah, right, Elena. It's not working yet, so you're really going to get all wounded up..."

"What? The whole body... no way, you? Hey, take off your jersey!

"Hey, Elena, what are you doing?

Elena, a little angry, took off her jersey.

I'm half naked and short breaded. A carefree early morning practice area, but a pretty embarrassing outfit.

"I knew it! Coata, you, your whole body isn't full of bruises! It also looks so bright blue and painful..."

Elena was surprised to keep her mouth shut.

I can't force that reaction either.

My whole body was bright blue with internal bleeding. It's disgusting to see for yourself.

"Hey, Coata! Why are you so hurt? What terrible training are you doing, you?

"It's not terrible. It's just a bit of a tough special training..."

To calm the exciting Elena, explain the trap's special training.

He said he had the help of three FWs from one of F.S.V. 's armies shooting at him every morning.

I still can't successfully kill the power of the ball with a trap because of its considerable proximity.

That's why he said the first speed is over 170 kilometers of football, and this is how he bleeds internally.

"What... to those three FW's? And shooting from close range? Why do you do such reckless things ⁉"

"It could be reckless indeed, Elena. But I can see the ball properly. And then as long as the trap goes well, I'll be fine..."

Early morning special training was a struggle.

Anyway, FW's serious shooting is as fast as a bullet.

I can't get my body in position in time because I'm closer than normal PK. That's why he couldn't kill the ball's momentum with an unusual trap.

"Such reckless special training is impossible! Hey, let's go to Precision Inspections now. It's not about the game!

"No, I can't believe it's a precision test, that's worrying, Elena. But I'm fine. The first few days of special training sucked, but now I can handle it"

The first day of special training was terrible.

I threw up everything in my stomach without being able to take the ball.

I couldn't take it with my head again, and sometimes I fainted from a concussion.

But I repeated it every day, and now I managed to send it to the hospital. So you won't have to have a precision test at the hospital either.

"Hey, I spit it out... fainting... that's not football training anymore! If this happens again, I won't be able to find out! Meet the three of those FWs, and I'm about to give you my orders! Don't go along with the reckless special training of such a cota! Under the authority of a Special Advisor!

Elena was pretty excited.

Seriously, to the three of us in FW, I was about to go punch him in.

Shit, we need to stop this.

Being the owner's granddaughter, she really has that much power.

"Ho, it's really okay, Elena. Look, this way, I can jump, and I can get up and down. Because my body hurts so much that I can move properly. So don't stop the special training!

"No, Coata... but if you say so much... but what are we going to do with today's game? Even your thighs, they're so bright blue, so you can stop them from being judged?

"Oh well... if you ask me that..."

Elena has a point.

Athletes who are clearly traumatized in a football game may not be placed on the pitch.

Depending on the presiding judge's decision, I may not be able to make it to today's game.

Team practice to this day has been deluded by hiding injuries in long-sleeved trousers jerseys.

But in today's game, I always have to be a shortbread.

In other words, the referee will find out about the injury.

"What do we do... Elena?

"Even if you say that to me... Oh, wait, wait. But here..."

Elena comes up with something and explores inside her bag.

I put out some kind of cosmetic tool from inside.

"This is really, your mother asked me to, I'm shopping, but I can't help it...... it hurts a little, but be patient, Courta"

"What? Ugh... it hurts... what, Elena?

"This is a foundation. Hopefully, this will hide the internal bleeding..."

Elena applied it to me as a foundation for cosmetic tools for women.

Her mother said she was Japanese and the colour was suitable for my skin tone.

But getting foundation applied to internal bleeding is pretty painful.

I'm about to scream unexpectedly.

"Be patient, Coata. You must be a man! Damn it... what can I say to my mom..."

Elena was bumpy, but she helped.

The blue bruises on my whole body become less visible.

"All right, that's OK."

"Oh, it's true! Foundation, awesome!

The bruises that were exposed became clean.

I don't notice it in the distance. You don't look like an internal bleeding human from anywhere.

"By the way, is the game really okay? With a body full of such injuries?

"Yeah, I'm fine. My whole body hurts, but on the contrary, it's sharpened...... feels like it?

My whole body was hurt by a streak of harsh special training.

But even with this week's team practice, there was no obstacle to play.

Rather, thanks to special training, which also carries a risk of death, the general sensation is always in a state of full opening. Today's game looks fine too.

"That would have been nice. But if there's anything at all strange about it during the game, I'll have it replaced right away. Okay, Coata?

"Yeah, okay. Thanks, Elena!

"I have no choice but to help you in the future, so that I don't find out before the game"

This is how I was able to get Elena's strong support.

Thanks to this, I was active in this day's game and the team was able to win.

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'Good morning! Thanks again today!

'All right, let's go, Coata!

Early morning special training will continue afterwards.

I spend 90 minutes full time each morning getting my FW teammates to punch bullet shoots in.

'Good morning! Closer than yesterday from today, please shoot from this white line!

'What, at this close range? Let's go, Coata!

'Yes! Best wishes!

When I got used to the trap, I kept the distance step by step.

In any case, the weakness of the trap cannot normally be improved in the short term. We need to learn in the long run.

'Good morning! Today at this distance. Two balls in a row, please!

That's why I was challenging rough treatment.

I repeated the menu behind my thoughts instead of the normal way.

'Good morning! From today on, with this stiff, little special ball!

As the day went on, the special training became extremely harsh.

Physically, my limit is critical.

Anyway, after the early morning special training, there's also regular team practice.

And in a two-part league game over the weekend, he competes as an Army player. You have to have the best potential in the game.

And the UCL Young League, twice a month, has to do it as a captain.

These are tougher days than expected. My whole body gets torn apart every day.

'Good morning! That's it for today, please!

But I didn't stop the special training.

And I didn't give up.

I scratch my feet desperately to overcome my weaknesses

I was trying to cross my limits to beat Leonardo Ricci.

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'Well, one last chute please, gentlemen!

At some point, the calendar was in late December.

Today is the last day of the special training I was promising.

Three teammates kick in three balls at the same time.

The target is my body with a concrete wall on its back.

Three balls released from close range groan like cannons.

And the next moment I kicked him, he was reaching the surface of my body.

Whoever sees it, it's impossible for people to stop it.

"O... Miracle..."

"Nice, it's a trap, Coata......"

"It was the best trap, Coata......"

But the three who kicked him have a full smile.

And I'm the target myself.

Because every trap was a success.

Two months of special training in hell was the moment of success.

"Now you're looking forward to tomorrow's Young League game, Courta."

"Let that Leonardo Ricci have a bubble, Coata!

Show them the thoughts of the four of us!

Tomorrow was the day of the game of fate.

A home match for the UCL Young League will be held at the city's F.S.V. stadium.

"Mr. Leonardo... now it's time..."

Tomorrow's opponent, of course, is Uvetos U-18.

Last time I was perfectly sealed, I couldn't play myself at all.

But this time it tastes different.

I was overwhelmed by Hell's special training.

"And you, Hyoma..."

I don't want to disappoint my biggest competitor in my heart ever again.

Thus I challenged Revenge Match.